borgia, borgia, borgia

I have been writing less than I used to
and part of me wants to blame
sleepless star-filled nights
but all I've had these days are
hours filled with paperwork
and measuring my life in
coffee-spoons
but I am moving and happy

Yesterday the radio told me
that we all need more time
that in a few months it'll be alright
to "say what I mean,
because [you] can't figure out what's inside"
I think I'll stay cryptic for now

Cracked finger-skin and dented car doors
caffeine-sleep/squished blueberries in steel-cut oats
deep breaths in the morning's tough-love light
good morning, good morning, we say

You are the only thing that is still
and moving, all at once
You are smiling from afar
and right next to me, all at once
You are letting me go
and holding me, all at once
All at once, Lover of my soul

"She told me sometimes she gets rambunctious"
says the woman in the café
in a blue sweater the color of a whining happiness
where were you when they called the police, and?

Orange zest tiny and neat on a pile of cream whipped
like clouds and sea foam
my joints are aching to move
dare you to move, dare you to move, they say

I am moving! I am, I really am!
Who was I convincing here?

"Jai Ho"

Stethoscopes & Curry: wise words, wise mama.: "Jai Ho." Victory, healing, and transformation are not one time events. When we experience a "win" in life; we finally say "no", we final...

move along, move along like I know you do

So we move.
Some of us running -
wet sneakers slapping pavement smattered painted whites and yellows
eyes drying in the wind wakening tired souls with newness
Some of us walking -
bare feet in meadows gold with light and quiet
streets filled and full and scented markets loud
Some of us standing still -
and stronger than ever
flexed muscles waiting, ready
for the beginning.
He is doing a big, new thing.
Where are you fixing your eyes?
So we move,
and move,
and move.
Ready, set.